- Ich, 32, will eigentlich nur in Ruhe meine Arbeit machen
- Montagmorgen, 7:45 Uhr, draußen 5 Grad
- komme ins Büro, alle Fenster sperrangelweit offen
- Kollege steht im T-Shirt am Fenster: Hier muss erstmal frische Luft rein!
- Bruder, hier drin ist es kälter als an der Bushaltestelle
- setze mich hin, Jacke bleibt an
- Kollege: Ist dir kalt?
- nein, ich trainiere für eine Polarexpedition
- nach 15 Minuten endlich alle Fenster zu
- Kollegin kommt rein: Boah, ist das stickig hier!
- macht direkt wieder ein Fenster auf
- ich überlege kurz, ob ich einfach draußen weiterarbeite
- anderer Kollege dreht die Heizung auf Stufe 5
- direkt Diskussion: Die Heizung muss doch nicht so hoch stehen
- dieselbe Person, die vor fünf Minuten das Fenster aufgerissen hat
- mittlerweile sitzen drei Leute mit Jacke da und einer schwitzt
- 9:30 Uhr, Chef kommt rein
- Warum ist es denn hier so kalt?
- ich starre ihn einfach nur an
- er macht das Fenster auf
- ALARMSTUFE ROT
- 10 Uhr, erste Kaffeepause
- Kollege erzählt, dass er seit Tagen Halsschmerzen hat
- Kommt bestimmt von der trockenen Heizungsluft.
- ich bin kurz davor, meinen Arbeitsplatz in den Heizungsraum zu verlegen
- 11 Uhr, endlich angenehme Temperatur
- Kollegin: Können wir mal kurz stoßlüften?
- ich kündige innerlich zum dritten Mal an diesem Morgen
- draußen 5 Grad, drinnen gefühlt alle vier Jahreszeiten
- und in der Stellenausschreibung stand damals angenehmes Arbeitsklima.
A Yemeni gun shop is selling this beautiful MG42, locally known as the “Hitler machine gun.”
The asking price? 800,000 Yemeni riyals, or roughly $3,387.
Imagine the collector’s market in the U.S. if something like this could legally be imported. The potential value of a piece of WWII history like this is on a completely different level.
Made a tool that automatically generates a natural guitar animation and finger animations to match your normal playing character animation. 🎸
No fancy tracking setup needed.
Gonna call it Mocha (chacha Mocap) Lite hahahaha😉
Anyone interested?
#GuitarMocap
'Time to get PAID! 💸'
PAYDAY: Aces High will launch on Steam and Meta on November 5th with a price of 24.99$! 🔥
We are also taking part in this year's #SteamNextFest so you can try the game for FREE! 🤑
Trailer made by @DemoAkuro
Play it now!
https://t.co/lUVB4tq5CN
The hardest part of growing up is realizing you do not need a permission slip to enjoy your own life.
You can order an entire party platter of sushi just for yourself on a random Tuesday.
You can walk into a bakery and buy four slices of fancy cake when it is nobody’s birthday.
No one at the register is going to ask to see your credentials.
We spend our whole lives waiting for a "special occasion" to justify joy, completely forgetting that being alive and exhausted on a weekday is reason enough.
INTERVIEWER: "You’ve been at the firm for 7 years and brought in $3.2M in revenue this year. Why are you resigning?"
EMPLOYEE: "My annual performance review gave me a 3.2% merit raise."
INTERVIEWER: "A 3.2% raise on a $95,000 base salary is over $3,000 extra a year. That’s standard for top performers."
EMPLOYEE: "Real inflation on housing, health insurance, and groceries was 7.4% this year. You didn't give me a raise, you asked me to take a 4.2% pay cut for generating record revenue."
INTERVIEWER: "We can’t break equity bands for one senior associate."
EMPLOYEE: "Your recruiting division just listed my open role with a target hiring range of $125,000 to $140,000 to attract outside talent."
INTERVIEWER: "That's just the current market rate for new hires."
EMPLOYEE: "So you have a $30,000 budget to hire a replacement who doesn't know the portfolio, but zero budget to retain the person who built it."
I once sold a truck to a guy who called and agreed to pay full price as long as I brought it to the airport within the hour. It was incredibly sus, but my truck had been for sale for months, and I had grown desperate. So I went. It only got weirder.
The moment I arrive he hops in the drivers seat for a test drive, and a run to the bank to get the money to buy it. He’s a freakishly large porcine fellow, adorned head to toe in dirty work clothes. He looked like Hagrid if he were an alcoholic with a the world’s most unionized construction job.
We get to chatting on the drive. Work, life, conspiratorial ramblings, Donald Trump, Pakis. The usual, if you know this type of guy.
I come to learn he needed to buy my truck to get home. He had bought a one way plane ticket to come buy a different one, but had been ghosted by the seller when he landed. He was stranded at an airport on the other side of the country with no other plan.
So I thought, “well maybe I know the guy who ghosted him. Let me see if I can help.” I asked to see his phone to read his FB Marketplace message with the seller.
He had been talking to some guy with Broken English and a vaguely middle eastern sounding name for several days now. The guy was selling an incredibly desirable truck for 30% below market. A virtually impossible deal. The vehicular equivalent of a horny singles in your area add on a porn site.
He turned to me and said “y’know, his listing says the truck is about an hour from here, maybe I should go look for him.”
I said “bro I’m looking at his profile, he has this same truck listed in every city in North America. The plate in the photos isn’t even from our state. This truck is spammed hundreds of times across marketplace.”
To which he replied, “yeah I thought that was weird. I think it’s a glitch.”
“No it’s not a glitch… you didn’t send him money did you?” I asked, fearing the answer.
“Yeah I sent him a money, otherwise he was gonna sell it to another guy.”
I winced. “how much?”
“Five thousand bucks.”
“……okay.”
“Well let’s look him up, we have his name.” He replies confidently.
“Look him up where?” I ask.
“Facebook”
“I’m looking at his Facebook. It’s not real.”
Just then we arrive at the bank, he parks my 2500HD in the handicap spot at a 45 degree angle. I say maybe we should pick a different spot, he tells me he isn’t picky.
We set up the wire transfer, he makes a disparaging remark about brown people to the teller. She frowns, she is brown. The money luckily still gets sent. And he takes off in the truck.
Hours later he calls me from the middle of nowhere. He had decided to fuck with the aftermarket tuner while driving and bricked it. He was stranded.
I don’t think all you xitter users realize just how difficult the modern world already is for an 85IQ person to navigate.
With 53% of youtube shorts views now coming from AI content, these people are about to be thrust into a completely incomprehensible dream realm forever.